Punk SandwichA Poem by Gomer LePoeta tuff guy a good guyPunk Sandwich there he is walking down the street slicked back hair and a thin mustache high rise collar on his button down shirt sparkle in his eye and always talkin trash he loved his Italian beef on pumpernickle rye he loved his mama and his brothers too he wasn't your ordinary everyday punk there was more and you knew he knew
fear for him does not exist or so he claims quicker than a bolting flash of light behind you with a jagged edge of blade he is no one to challenge to a fight he has connections to all the right ones the ones you need to know for security or to make some annoyance disappear his word is golden shinning with a purety a perfect friend intelligent curteous and brave but these can all change to weapons of death if you are so disposed to challange his way it just might be your very last breath after dropping you in a pool of disguise he will tip his fadora with playful grace back on his brow and cigarella between his lips and that same old smirk upon his face
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6 Reviews Added on January 12, 2011 Last Updated on January 12, 2011 AuthorGomer LePoetTampa, FLAboutI am a former IT Manager/Consultant working for many Fortune 500 companies, mainly in the Banking, Telecommunications industry. I am also a part time musician, playing guitars and keyboards and writ.. more..Writing
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